Entangled with the Mafia Boss

chapter 7

Ava’s pov

I could feel something crawling up my laps but I was overwhelmed by the sleepiness in my eyes so I was quick to dust it off with my hand, at the same time, change my sleeping position.

I was beginning to doze off again when the teasy feeling came again, this time around, it has more tension and I could sense the coarseness of hand that was running down my laps.

This made a button click in my brain and I jotted up from where I was previously lying down. My vision has gotten blurry and fuzzy from sleeping for such a long time so I had to continually rub my eyes for my eyes to see clearly.

I closed my eyes for some time before I opened it back, the first thing I saw was an enlarged face of …

“ Wh… what are you doing here?” I screamed and hurriedly shifted away from him, holding the blanket tight to my chest.

His facial expression was stern and unfriendly, making a strange feeling of fear creep its way to my heart.

He let out a low scoff and answered rudely, “ What am I doing in my house? Seem like you are missing out on something,”

My response instantly juggled my memory, making me palm my face inwardly. What is he up to again?

Before I could speak or lament, he began to place wet kisses all over my body. I wanted to speak, scream or hit him but I felt weak from within.

His mouth was doing so much wonder and magic to my body that I willingly closed my eyes as he explored everywhere.

Seconds turned to minutes with him busy kissing and almost adoring my body. He finally let me go and began to undress himself. What is he about to do?

His gaze didn't leave my face as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, looking as sexy as possible. He moved on to his pants while my gaze lingered on his hot torso and perfectly crafted packs.

If I must admit, his body is perfectly created with him looking like a demiGod.

“ You can take a picture,” he mumbled in a coarse voice which showed his level of arousement. Not wanting him to know how much I love his body, I hissed and turned away.

He climbed me and was about to run his finger over my body when I held his hand.

“ P…please can we not do it?” I requested with a quivering pale lip. His gaze settled on my face with fury obvious on it.

“ I call the shots here, you have no right to tell me what to do,” he retorted, anger resonating in his tone.

Tears found their way to my eye and I couldn't control my emotions any longer, making them fall freely on my face. I have never thought I will lose my chastity this way, at least not to a cold hearted Mafia.

Seems like luck was on my side because he stood up from the bed with a slight groan. I watched his receding back leave the room while I feel a flickering moment of guilt.

‘ Maybe I should have let him have his way.” These were the thoughts that clouded my mind before I dozed off again.

By the time I woke up, it was already noon and the room was well lit. My hand found its way to the other side of the bed and behold _ it was very cold which meant that he didn't return back to the room.

I sighed and entered the bathroom, my thoughts under the shower was how to escape my way from this place or probably this city without getting caught because I know fully well that I was just lucky to escape him this morning, which I am very sure that it won't happen again.

The rushing sound of water from the bathtub brought me back to existence and I hurriedly switched the tap off.

I took a towel from the stand and wrapped it around my body before I went ahead to dry my head.

I still have the memory of having headache and fever from wet hair so I don't joke with drying my hair. After that, I thought of what to wear and it was at that moment that I discovered that I don't have any of my clothes here.

I began to ponder on what to wear, then I decided to take one of Coran's long shirt. Since I have a small frame, it will suffice to cover my body to my lap.

I opened his closet and to my biggest shock, all his clothes were either in gray or black. Only a few sweatshirts have different colors though they are still dull colors.

It was difficult for me to select a dress but I finally settled for a blue sweatshirt with his name written boldly at the front. I guess it was a gift from someone because it was separated from the rest.

I drowned myself in the shirt and true to what I thought, it was indeed very big for me in fact it was more like a king dress.

As if it was planned, my stomach growled after I got dressed so I wore the pink flip flop that has been prepared ahead and went downstairs, hoping to see something that will suffice me.

As soon as I got to the living room downstairs, I met a woman cleaning the chairs and I coughed lightly to get her attention.

“ Good afternoon ma'am, I hope you enjoyed your rest. I am Mrs Kris, the head maid of this house, “ she introduced while eyeing me from head to toe.

“ You are hungry right? Let me set the table for you, your food has been prepared,” she cheerfully said and ran to the kitchen before I could protest.

A small smile broke out of my lips but it was instantly replaced with shock when she brought an entire tray containing different dishes to the table.

‘ What the hell? Did she take me for a glutton or what?’ I mentally screamed.

I was stuck to the spot, wondering whether the entire platter of food was mine when she rushed over to drag me to the table.

I forced a smile and settled at the end of the table and she began to talk, while plating all the foods In Front of me.

“ You know that you are very special right?” This statement got me curious and made me listen attentively to what she wants to say next.